Posted on 04/21/2012 3:19:31 PM PDT by Absolutely Nobama
I see your point and you’re correct in many ways.
However, as an adult, why mention it in an autobiography intended for a western audience.
Hee-Hee!
LOL!
LOL!
Obama may not be one of us, and he might have eaten dog meat, but, did he know any better at the time? And, if it was accepted practice and not a strange thing to do in that culture of his when he was growing up, should he be held responsible for it?
Now, he might still have long-lasting memories from his early age, and a dog might not seem like a member of the family to him, and that could be why he hesitated for so long in getting a family pet after he became president.
I don’t hold his early age practices against him, but, I will hold everything he has done and said after he grew up and should have known better. He is still a despicable human being, and, like the article said, not “one of us”. He’s never liked America and he wouldn’t mind at all if he helps to destroy it. His allegiance and his heart lies elsewhere.
He is not an American.
He is not a Christian.
He has hidden his past nonstop - an honest, honorable American would have presented his past to his fellow Americans.
He hates America.
While I love dogs, this is merely a symptom, not the sickness.
I’ll bet he favors horse over dog.
I’m sure he knows the European circuit better than most!
Thanks for the ping. I wonder if it’s even true, as dogmeat is not eaten by Moslems. I’m wondering if it was added for shock value and to further “stick it” to Americans.
It’s not that I hold his early age practices, but as we all know, early age memories help mold who we are as people. Obama did not grow up in a childhood that valued western Judeo-Christian values. That’s a serious problem.
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Couldn’t agree more.
The villages themselves were surrounded by high stockades.
In the Fall, at the end of the corn harvesting season the people would allow the wild deer to come into the fields and eat the remaining corn and the stalks.
That would go on a while and the deer would get fat and harvestable. Then they'd turn the village dogs lose on the deer, and the dogs would gorge themselves on fresh venison night and day for as long as the deer lasted.
In the winter months when everbody starved and there was nothing to eat the American people ate fresh dog meat.
That's the American way.
Who told you that was foreign?
In any religion, even the so called “Religion of Peace”, there is always a division between doctrine and the laity. (Although it is rather rare in murderous Islam.)
I’m pretty angry about this one.
I’m sorry. Eating dogmeat is foreign to modern Western culture. I’m standing by what I said.
Squirrels aren’t safe if I’m around either.
When migrants come into someone else's country and bring their own customs and beliefs that does not mean they are necessarily legitimately "original".
I've noticed we have lots of migrants here who don't eat crawdads either. In my book you don't eat crawdads you should go back home eh!
Speaking of dogs...
Nancy Pelosi called Harry Reid into her office one day and said,
“Harry, I have a plan to win back Middle America in 2012!”
“Great Nancy , but how?” asked Harry.
“We’ll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like most Middle Class Americans wear, then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador retriever. Then, we’ll go to a nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration and respect we have for the hard working people living there.”
So they did, and found just the place they were looking for in Bozeman , Montana. With the dog in tow, they walked inside and stepped up to the bar.
The Bartender took a step back and said, “Hey! Aren’t you Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi?”
“Yes we are!” said Nancy, “And what a lovely town you have here. We were passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local color.”
They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.
A few minutes later, a grizzled old rancher came in, walked up to the Labrador , lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later, in came another old rancher. He walked up to the dog, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar.
For the next hour, another dozen ranchers came in, lifted the dog’s tail, and left shaking their heads.
Finally, Nancy asked, “Why did all those old ranchers come in and look under the dog’s tail? Is it some sort of custom?”
“Lord no,” said the bartender. “Someone’s out there running around town, claiming there’s a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes!”
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